Each time I play the game
Its never the same.
Along a curvy maze
I leave the trail ablaze.
When I know not whats round the bend,
Oodles it does does to the mystery lend.
Vague is the trend
Every second with the unknown I fend.
Along the winding track I rip
Hoping not to lose the grip
Whatever comes I shall take it on
Shall brave it all without a moan
To overdrive I move over
With only intuitions I manoeuvre.
Only a sixth sense within knows
It understands before the path unfolds.
Sheer guts to zip on
The fear of death is long gone.
But I know this wont last for ever.
I may make it or I may never.
For one of these bends
Could after all be the end.
But then...
Is the question I relish.
wow! thats really good.
ReplyDelete"But I know this wont last for ever.
I may make it or I may never."
loved it!
hmm lost in the maze of bends of life... one would know the finish when he gets there.. sixth sense it is..
ReplyDeleteLoved ur blog..I am taking the liberty of blogrolling you:-)
ReplyDeleteTrust your instincts!
ReplyDeleteI m a firm believer that GOD does send you signals in this way or that...
But blissed are those who knows what they interprite..
Amen!